Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Yayoi Kojo, who was about to speak, was grabbed by someone and stuffed a huge ice cream cone, Gojo Satoru looked at him with a smile, and said, "Try this, I just saw it when I was passing by, it looks really good It looked like it was eating, so I bought it and tried it."

Today's daytime weather is close to 32 degrees. Yayoi Kindai, who always likes to wrap herself tightly, can clearly feel the coolness coming from the ice cream. The cool breath is close to her cheeks, and through the skin, it seems that the heat in her heart can't be dissipated. few.

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he took his other hand, dragged him across the road that turned into a green light, and said excitedly: "There is a game hall in Nanichiri, and the equipment seems to be imported from abroad. Come back, there are all kinds of latest games, let’s go there to play first, and then go to eat, I recently found a restaurant with good taste, I often order their takeaway for dinner, not far from here, wait to play That's enough, I'll take you there to see if you like it, and then in the afternoon..."

The man was excited like a child discussing with his companions where to go for fun, and the voice of Yayoi Kojiro involuntarily fell silent. He was holding an ice cream cone in his hand, and his other hand was tightly wrapped by the other's wide palm, using various A force that would make him feel uncomfortable, but he would not be able to break free at will.

His little master seemed to have grown up a little bit, and his personality had become a bit more mature. Even though he still didn't like to listen to people's words, he seemed to be more able to take care of people.

Yayoi Kojiro couldn't help lowering her eyes, followed the man's footsteps, looked at the ice cream cone wrapped in syrup and chocolate chips in her hand, and sighed inwardly.

... Brat, at least let him take off the mask. How he wants to eat now will be completely melted in a while!

……

Arriving at the game hall, Gojo Gojo excitedly led people around in the hall where various amusement equipment were placed. With free fingers, Yayoi Kojiro, who took off his mask, slowly followed behind the man who looked like a child. , licking the melted ice cream on his hand, his eyes followed the man's tall figure, sizing him up without any trace.

Why does this guy seem...not very long...?

The height seems to be about the same as before, and the baby face is no different from when he was in high school. It can't be seen that this person is close to thirty years old. If he puts on a school uniform, he is no different from an ordinary high school student.

Yayoi Kojiro walked slowly to Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in front of an arcade game. Even when he sat down and compared his body shape with those around him, the soft white hair on the man's head swayed with the movement of the other person. In a flash, the tail of the hair curled up a little mischievously as if it hadn't been combed well, which was very eye-catching.

Yayoi Kojiro stared at the curled strand of hair, her fingers were about to move.

The quality of Young Master’s hair is very good, soft like the hair of some long-haired cats, and very thick, which can make ordinary social animals envy and hate. This month, because I often stay up all night, I have already lost a little hair and started to adjust my schedule Yayoi Komyo couldn't help showing a little envious look at the thick hair.

"Yayoi~" Following the sound of the game ending, the man sitting on the chair turned his head and looked up at the well-behaved young man with ice cream beside him, looking at him aggrievedly, as if he had been bullied and came over Kindergarten children whose parents complain.

"I can't beat him!" He raised his finger and pointed at the game screen, with the corner of his mouth curled down, looking at Yayoi Komiyoshi with dissatisfaction and grievance, "He still mocks me, this person is too much."

Time doesn't seem to have left any traces on the other party. God's son of God, who is favored by God, seems to have given him preferential treatment even with time. Obviously, his usual voice can be very deep and magnetic, unparalleled in sexiness, and touch people's heartstrings.

But when he deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a sweet tone, the deep voice seemed to have changed his voice, it was sweet, like candied haws covered in syrup, with sticky silk threads falling down, exuding Hearing the tempting sweet fragrance, listening to it makes people feel like they are in a honey pot. The sweet fragrance permeates the eardrums, and even a little sweetness rises involuntarily from the bottom of my heart.

Yayoi Kojiro paused, because the other party's familiar tone and voice felt a little dazed.

When he parted with the young master, the other party was 15 years old.

He was 28 years old when he and Gojo Satoru met outside the game.

The 13 years seem to have left no traces, this person treats him with the same attitude as before, with a little dependence, naturally coquettish, as before, sticking to him, like a piece of sweet candy, She unsparingly exudes the sweet fragrance of her body, trying to use that fragrance to confuse the honey-gathering butterflies, and then gathers the beautiful butterflies in her hands for exclusive use.

Yayoi Komdai stuffed the last sharp corner of the cone, because the ice cream was too big and his stomach was a little full. He wiped his hands and rubbed his stomach, which was a little uncomfortable from eating, and then nodded under the expectant eyes of the young man.

Although there was no words, Wujo Wujo, who knew each other very well, lit up his eyes, quickly got up from the chair, and gave up his seat, watching the young man sitting in the place he had just been, with his expression as indifferent as ever, and his fingers controlling the operation Rod found the opponent just now and sent an invitation.

Games start.

Gojo Satoru pulled the chair next to him and sat down. The boy manipulated the character he just played with a blank expression. The same game character seemed a bit stiff in Gojo Satoru's hands, but in the boy's hands, it was like a different role. Flexible, like a real person.

Every attack and dodge makes people can't help but admire the perfect timing, and the proper benefit of every skill.

Gojo Satoru's eyes moved from the screen to the face of the young man beside him. It was a face he was very familiar with, whether it was the facial features or the subtle emotional changes on the face.

In his field of vision, the focused and serious young man seemed to be shining slightly, a gentle light, shining so brightly that it seemed to block out all other things around him, leaving only the young man in his eyes.

He saw that those eyes had changed a little more sharply because of the opponent's counterattack, and his good-looking brows frowned slightly in an imperceptible arc, and then he straightened his back, staring at the game screen more seriously than before.

The rhythm of the rattling operation sound is extremely strong. Even in the noisy game hall, Gojo Satoru still keenly captured the unique sound of a teenager.

He lowered his eyes unconsciously, and moved his gaze from the opponent's face to the fingers on the operation panel.

Those were a pair of very beautiful hands, white and spotless, with well-defined and slender joints, neatly trimmed nails, round fingers slightly glowing pink, and there seemed to be some thin calluses between the fingers, as if they had passed through Traces left over from long-term training.

But it is not the same as weapons such as firearms. Where to look at cocoons should be evidence left over from practicing bows and arrows.

After he went back, he asked his students about it. No matter where he was, no matter what he turned into, his youth was still unparalleled.

When he was in middle school, he led the declining archery club step by step from the city competitions to the national competitions. In the club, he was trusted by all members of the club. He was calm, tenacious, and extremely powerful.

Although his temperament is cold, it does not prevent the peers around him from admiring him, like a crescent moon hanging high in the night sky, cold and pure, with a sharp and indestructible arc.

Youren said that when he was helping in the agency, he was often taken care of by the other party. It was the kind of care that you would not know unless you discovered it yourself.

The young man doesn't know anything, as if he is doing what he wants to do according to his own preferences. The opinions of others are not important. He is a maverick and puts himself in a position with a little distance from other people.

The slender fingers moved quickly on the console until the congratulatory sound of victory came out in the game.

After winning the victory, Yayoi Kamdai exhaled, his straight back relaxed a little, he turned his head, looked to the side, and then his eyes fell into a pair of beautiful, somewhat dazzling eyes.

The incomparably clear blue is slightly transparent, and the pupil membranes seem to be smudged with rich and colorful colors like glass, like a rainbow in the clear sky, just one glance makes people uneasy.

The slender white eyelashes blinked down like the pattering snow, and when they were opened again, the clear sky seemed to turn into the sea in an instant, and the wind blew up heart-stirring ripples, and the sea was a little warm. The heat makes people can't help but have a strange association that even if they drown in it, there might not be any pain.

"Yayoi." Gojo Satoru raised his hand, took the boy's finger on the operating table, held it in the palm of his hand, lifted it up, and put it on his lips. His moist eyes full of affection looked at him in a daze. The boy in a daze, his pupils reflected the appearance of a boy.

It was as if the person in front of him was the only thing he could see. Everything around him, whether it was the game facilities or the passers-by, left no trace in his eyes.

Yayoi Komyoi couldn't help but look at the young man with a soft expression that he rarely showed at ordinary times. With nostalgia and dependence, he put his palm on his face, closed his eyes and sighed slowly.

This sigh made Yayoi Kojima breathe involuntarily, slowing down her breathing, eyes blinking, watching the other person slowly open her eyes in a daze, raising the corners of her mouth as if surrendering and smiling helplessly, beautiful The eyes were full of water, and the voice returned to normal, even lower than usual, and said slowly with an indescribable tone: "No matter how much time has passed, I really still... like you... ..."

puff, puff-

Yayoi Kojiro's eyes widened slowly, and her mouth opened slightly. For some reason, her chest, which always beats smoothly with its own rhythm, started to fight back not to be outdone, as if being punched hard by someone, full of Vigorous, beating faster and faster, as if about to jump out of his chest, and fight to the death with the guy who punched him.

"Really, I really like you."

……hiss!

Yayoi Kojiro's body suddenly trembled twice as if he had been electrified, and he forcefully retracted his fingers that were placed on the opponent's face, held them in the palm of his hand, turned around, and shouted angrily, "Gojo-sensei, Please don't make fun of this kind of thing casually!"

What the hell is going on with this guy!Suddenly what to say in a mess!This is too foul!

Just say this in public, shameless and shameless!

Yayoi Komdai, who turned his back to the other party, hung his head, gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, the heat coming from nowhere made him feel like his body was being roasted on a grill, It was almost cooked, and the heat on his face was the kind that could be directly used to bake an egg, and it would be cooked in the blink of an eye.

"Hey~" Gojo Gojo complained in a long voice, and muttered: "I'm not kidding, I really like Yayoi, I like it very much, I liked it very much when we first met .”

"Maybe we were a very loving couple in our previous life, that's why I'm like this. If you like Yayoi, you can't wait to see each other every day. I'll take you to various interesting places to check in and take pictures. The washed photos will be saved in the album, etc. As if we were getting old, we just sat on the rocking chair in the yard and flipped through them one by one."

Behind the boy who couldn't see it, Gojo Satoru said something about the future with a smile on his face, his eyes fell on the other person's ear, which was red under the hair, like a piece of red nephrite jade, he quietly raised his hand, and pressed his chest A beating heart.

He really... likes this person so much... he likes it hopelessly.

Just because of the little reaction from the other party, the whole person was excited like when he finally got the permission to go out when he was a child, his excited heart beat faster, he couldn't wait for a minute and a second, and wanted to hug him in his arms and be tender.

But, no.

His Ah Yue doesn't like him now.

Gojo Satoru breathed out silently, Ah Yue, who was no longer his little guard, had his own life, his own intersection, and his own future. It's the person he can see when he looks back at any time, he will no longer wait for him in place, no matter what excessive things he has done, he will look at him with incomparable indulgence.

If it goes too far, it will only push Ah Yue into the hands of others.

But... As expected, he still... wanted to see that indulgent look in the young man's eyes again, as if his Ah Yue had never left, and had always been by his side, but he couldn't find it.

'Ah Yue...'

Gojo Satoru silently called the name firmly engraved in his heart towards the young man's back, secretly hoping that when he called this name again one day in the future, the young man would use the same indifferent voice as before Respond gently.

……

Meanwhile Haneda International Airport.

After traveling to several countries in remote places, I finally returned to Zenyuan Shier in Japan. The first thing I did when I got off the plane was to contact the information dealer I worked with, and sent a few photos from Zenyuan Hui and some related information to the information dealer. Ask him to help find out where this person is now.

The accident more than ten years ago seems to have only left the boy in that hasty and depressed memory. The person in the photo is the same as before, with a little immature youth, but the cold expression is familiar as if yesterday.

Zenyuan Shier clicked through the photos sent to the intelligence dealer one by one. In the past few days, he confirmed that no matter from any angle, or from the details of the facial features and changes in expression, it was the one in his family who was bullied Silly boy.

Wearing only a cheap T-shirt and jeans, his muscular body catches the eye, the tall man who looks very unfriendly stands at the entrance of the airport, staring at the screen on his mobile phone, the expression on his face gradually changes, with a sinister look With a ruthless and evil spirit, he slowly revealed a little smile, and his dark green eyes were so intense that he could only see a little bit of imperceptible green.

The pedestrians passing by seemed to be frightened. When they passed by each other, they all shrunk their necks involuntarily, lowered their heads, and walked away quickly without looking sideways.

That expression didn't last long, the ferocity wrapped around the man was swept away, as if he was a different person, he yawned with an extremely decadent expression on his face.

He put the backpack in his hand back and put it on his shoulders, with one hand in the pocket and his shoulders slightly arched, walking out of the airport in a somewhat casual posture.

Well... Should I tell Rena about that brat?

... Forget it, when you find someone, take them back and let the brat and Ling Nai decide for themselves, he is too lazy to explain to others, let's find him quickly, does that idiot Bai Mao of the Wutiao family have nothing to do all day long? ?What do you want to do with that brat who doesn't go to class and pesters his family?

Why hasn't this kind of dude been fired yet?

Ah... Speaking of which, it seems that he can't beat the opponent now... Mmm...

Zenyuan Shier stopped at the side of the road and waved, ready to take a taxi home, thinking about some strange things casually in his mind, the scar across his lips from top to bottom was because the owner opened his mouth annoyed and forcibly disconnected the line, very The obvious click of the tongue sounded on the side of the road, which attracted the attention of the people who were also waiting for the bus, and then looked back tremblingly when they saw the muscular man next to him who didn't look like a good man, pretending that he didn't hear anything Waiting for the car to arrive, he even moved to the side thinking that there was no trace, and opened a safer distance.

Zenyuan Shier glanced casually to the side, and the actions of passers-by who thought they were smart made him laugh and contemptuously rise in his heart.

With this distance, if he really wants to do something, he doesn't know how this guy died.

fool.

The man withdrew his gaze in disdain, and a taxi stopped in front of the obedient passers-by behind him.

The other party opened the door of the back seat full of joy, and was about to get into the car when a black backpack was thrown into the car first.

"This is the car I called... right..."

Zenyuan Shier walked to the car door, looked down at the passer-by who had just reached his chest, the man swallowed, swallowed back the words he hadn't finished speaking, let go of the car door tremblingly, With a smirk on her face: "If you have something urgent, please first..."

Zenyuan Shier yawned and said casually: "Thank you." Then he got into the back seat and sat down without looking at the other party.

"Tokyo Chinatown."

He explained to the driver, leaned on the back of the seat with his legs crossed and his hands spread out, like some kind of terrorist who robbed the car, or the kind who went out to rob without fear in bright days and bright days.

The driver looked in the rearview mirror, and accidentally met the man's fierce wolf-like eyes, a little cold sweat rolled down his forehead, he nodded with difficulty, turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to start the car.

God bless, don't let anything happen!

I don't know what the driver was thinking about his Zen garden. Shi Er yawned, then put down one hand, looked in his pocket, and took out his phone to look it up.

Hmm... Where is the Chinese pastry shop that Rena said she liked last time?Did she say she wanted to eat dumplings from Chinatown last time?I'll stop by and buy some back later.

By the way, that brat Hui should be doing well in class now, right?Although that white hair is an idiot, he shouldn't let anything happen to his students.

If that kid gets hurt, Linnai doesn't know how sad she will be, tsk, you bastard who will make things difficult for parents.

……

Tokyo, Chinatown.

Coming out of the game hall, Yayoi Komdai, who regained his composure, put his hands in his hands expressionlessly, eliminating all the possibility of being held hands by the people around him, and followed behind him unhurriedly, although he didn't know why.

But every time he wanted to say goodbye, this guy acted as if he knew what he was thinking. It was very appropriate, and he didn't even let people refuse to say the next plan.

For example, now, after playing enough, Yayoi Jindai who came out of the game hall did not intend to go to dinner with the other party, and was about to say goodbye, and then heard the other party say: "The restaurant I mentioned is on the side of Chinatown. It is said that The boss is an authentic Sichuanese. His family’s Chinese dishes are well received on Twitter. I reluctantly reserved a seat at this time because I have become a lifetime VIP in the store. Their family is busy. , You usually have to queue for hours, it would be a waste if you miss it.”

After finishing these words, the young man looked at him longingly, and said in a sticky voice with a bit of coquettish tone: "Yayoi, you should just accompany me~ It's lonely to eat alone, I finally went to the store Eat, if other people see you eating alone, you will definitely be laughed at."

... You guys still care what other people think?

Yayoi Kojiro couldn't help complaining, and looked at the other party quietly for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru blinked his big eyes and let him look at him, his face was innocent and obedient, just like his rice balls at home.

...So, the configuration of white hair and blue eyes is simply cheating in reality. Well, why does this guy look like this when he is fine!

As a qualified excrement shoveling officer, Yayoi Komyo, who couldn't ruthlessly reject a big blue-eyed and white-haired cat acting coquettishly, nodded in humiliation, then turned her face sideways and pressed her forehead to listen to the extremely childish cat beside her. Cheers let out a long sigh.

He's such a piece of shit, shit.

Yayoi Jindai, who had cast aside her heart, put her hands in her hands, and let the big cat around her act coquettishly without looking sideways and turning a deaf ear, until she followed her to the well-received Chinese shop he said.

The chattering voices around him faded away, and Gojo Satoru took the lead in stepping over the threshold with one foot, turned sideways and bent down with a smile, making a funny gesture of inviting him in.

Yayoi God: ...

Eldest young master, don't make things difficult for yourself, please. Please.

On the other side, at the intersection of China Street, a black-haired man got off the taxi with a backpack and walked lazily into the street.

The author has something to say:

Shi Er: I don't know where my silly boy has gone, so let's buy something for his wife and go home.

Wu Wuzi: Share happiness!

Brother Sheng: ...don't be cute! !

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Abba, aba...what am I, I sent it out, this is tomorrow’s manuscript, come QAQ

A lot of typos have not been corrected... I am stupid, just... um...

(shuddering)

This is an update (whisper)

I'm going out tomorrow, so I want to save the manuscript first... (quietly)

If my relatives and friends didn't ask me, I don't know what's going on and I'm going to sleep...

people are stupid